Today I was reminded of how powerful the human mind is.
When it needs to be.
When it has to be.
When it has to reconcile the past to a fixed point in the present. When a memory bank searches all of it's files to try and make sense of the current input. In times of crisis - times of doubt. With the wind whipping your ears and your eyes shut tight - back when -....
September 1974 -
You're the new kid in school/7th grade/nobody approaches you/and you're too damn shy to reach out/but here comes Matt/same as you/a rebel in denim/an honor roll dropout/isn't this all bullshit/i love bowie and aerosmith don't you/fuck those jocks/you're pretty cool/i wish i could play guitar too/my brother plays bass/isn't susie the cutest/no way - margo/i'd take mary over margo/are you crazy/shhh - here comes sister mary beth - /ok/did you bring any cigs/i could use one after lunch/this school is the worst/...when i have kids........etc..etc......
And today that fixed point in the present came around.
I heard that Matt had died.
In Arizona.
On a point on a map that neither of us had ever imagined back in 1974.
My memory reels and staggers because 42 years old is just too early. That is the only way to put it. Whoever reads this - please make sure to thank the people who reached out and made life a little easier and friendlier for you - 1974 or otherwise.
Because someday, you will shut your eyes tight.
And the sound in your ears will be the roar of 7th grade.
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